#mod prophet

[proselfshipsafespace]

Paranoid selfshippers, your f/o(s) wanted me to tell you that it'll all be okay, that you're perfectly safe and they'll protect you from whatever you think might get you or whatever is troubling your mind.

I promise you, you're f/o(s) want to keep you safe and protected and want to make sure you feel comfortable and calm.

[ask-spiderpool]

Hey mod, are you okay? It’s been a while since you posted (no judgement!) and I just wanted to see if something was wrong. Love you and I hope you stay strong🫶🏼

Bless you anon! I appreciate you checking in! I don't post a lot of personal updates here, but I have been going through the wringer lately... hough.

Lately I've been battling with anxiety, you know, same as everyone. It's kind of made things that I used to enjoy kind of stressful for me. Everything becomes stressful for me. Even not having things to stress about makes me stressed. I'm at my most Peter Parkeriest, in the worst sort of a way.

I thought it was a brain thing – that it was all in my head. I have a new, stressful job, and a stressful living situation, and some family issues I'm dealing with. It'll pass. So I kind of tried to power through, until my body shut down on me last year. And as it turns out, when I got checked out by the doc, it's not just a brain thing. I have a tumor (her name is Lamar, and she's benign, buuut...) she's producing 5x the normal amount of stress hormone in my body. The doctors think it's insane. I think it's hilarious. I feel like it's some kind of joke.

I've been battling this ridiculous chronic stress for years, thinking it was all in my head, but actually, biologically, I'm an overflowing reservoir of stress, and it's something that can be measured in my bloodstream. And it's been going on for years!

So, lately I've been devoting a lot of time to forcing myself to relax. Doctors orders. I can't get stressed about things. Every day I have to effectively diffuse a bomb. And the bomb is me. I'm so pumped up with involuntary stress, and I have to devote my time to keeping it at a manageable level. And so there are a lot of backflips I have to do to keep myself human right now, and not turn into a bomb.

See... posting to the blog doesn't exactly calm me down. It makes me anxious, most of the time. So I've been telling myself it's okay. Only post when you feel good. You have enough things to worry about, and the blog can't be one another thing to worry about. It can only be for fun. If it doesn't feel like fun, don't do it.

I need to do a million little calming activities to function. The blog used to calm me. But it doesn't, anymore. I still love it, and I still have so many scripts I'm excited to do, but... I just have to be patient with myself, right now. I can't bug my head over something that can wait. It can wait. Right now isn't the time. My health is the most important thing. I can't get that back, if I lose it.

Right now I'm about keeping my head above water. Keeping calm. Doing meditative things, that aren't necessarily productive... (trust me, I am SO upset about not being productive. I miss it a lot) but they force me to take it slow and force me to not worry. I'm learning the banjo (she calms me), and I spend a lot more time in nature, having staring contests with ducks and pigeons, and befriending beetles and bugs.

I'm a very positive person, and I know I'll make it through, and I love myself for all the effort I'm making to keep myself from breaking. Because I know if I didn't force myself to calm down, I could snap like an elastic band. I – I don't want to break, like I did last year. I need to be good to myself. And relaxing is an effort. It takes a lot for me. And certain calming routines work for a little while, and then stop working, and I need to make the effort all over again to find something new. It's kind of insane how much time I need to calm back down again. I remember, once upon a time, it being baseline.

Luckily there's a surgical solution, so hopefully I'll be normal again soon, and there won't be any more bees buzzing in my brain!

I hope you'll all be patient with me! And hopefully I'll make it out alive and stronger than ever, soon.

[uraincandy]

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[lordmaddie]

Many things are horrible. Still, they happen. I've been replaying Enderal recently (my most favourite game). I last played before the Forgotten Memories edition, so there's stuff I haven't seen before. The Rhalâta questline fucked me up... Tharaêl left such an impression on me that I've been quite frankly possessed and feverish until I was able to draw this 😅

[milton-chamberlain]

And I'm playing Enderal again

Now I'm plaing for a phasmalist again, this is my third prophet

They are from left to right: a psychologically unstable young scientist, a widow-huntress with the character of a caring mom and a rabid werewolf pirate

It's funny that I'm writing a little fan fiction on Enderal not about Tarael and the prophet-scientist, whom I ship, but with a huntress, because who but a wonderful woman with a big heart will help rehabilitate after such a shit

it's clearly not worth waiting for help from a dude with addictions and depression:/

[amanrafromveranda]

POV: you're both have mental issues, but learned to deal with it together

Honestly, it looked better in my head.

[alanide-arts]

trying to figure out how to draw my khajiit bard

[beck-nightengale]

When Dijaam motherfucking Onêlys leaves you behind at the end of the Golden Sickle questline:

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

Hi! Firstly, this blog is fantastic and what you do is super cool. Secondly, do you have any recs for fics where Percy is a prophet? I’ve been reading the ‘silent tongues speak no prophecies’ series by Tatortot367, which is fantastic, and I really like the premise

Hey there! We've found five fics along the lines of this, just a friendly reminder to mind the tags as you read!

Mares de profecía [tags are in Spanish, fic is in English] by Gatoconrallasazules

Percy Jackson never asked to be a hero, much less a prophet. But things were never simple for him. After surviving wars against titans and giants, and facing countless dangerous quests, Percy hoped for a bit of normalcy. However, the gods had other plans. With a newly discovered gift for seeing the future, Percy now bears the burden of prophecies he doesn’t fully understand. Not only must he decipher these visions, but he also has to deal with gods like Phoebus and Apollo, who insist that the role of a prophet is sacred, filled with duties and rules Percy has no intention of following. Between visions, divine threats, and his attempt to maintain a normal life in New York, Percy learns that being a prophet doesn’t just mean predicting the future—it means choosing how to face it. Because, as always, Percy has his own style: defying expectations, breaking the rules, and proving that destiny is never set in stone.

The Kid Prophet by @robindrake93

What if Percy was dropped off at Camp Half-Blood as a toddler and was already there when Luke arrived.

Sunshowers by @izzymrdb

Percy has a rather bad habit of being able to see the future. The old lady down the street is going to lose her cat, Mom is going to make pasta for dinner, Zeus' Master Bolt is going to be stolen by Luke, he's going to get a C+ in Maths. As you can tell, this causes problems. Especially since he was born with this, and the gods have no idea he has such a gift. At least he's always ten steps (and ten years sometimes) ahead of his enemies.

Of Prophecies and Gods by @gremlinchild1027

Percy's always known he was a bit different from the other children. The other children didn’t have sharp teeth or claws. The other children didn’t have scales or gills. The other children weren’t able to detect when someone was coming up behind them by the way their footsteps sounded, even if you were across the street. The other children couldn’t see the future or the past in their dreams or flashes of someone's fate when he looked at them. They weren’t able to hear the sound of someone’s breath from 30 feet away. But Percy was okay with that. He didn’t need any of the other kids. They stayed away from him even if they couldn’t see his ever-changing eyes that could stare into your soul or his too-long fingers with claws instead of nails. But that was okay, he told himself, he had his Mom, Auntie Bronze, and Apollo, and that was all he needed. Or, Percy Jackson is a mischievous little shit with baby seal eyes and a talent for getting gods wrapped around his fingers.

vision blinded by sight by @delphicnovember

“We were relieved he was fine, but-” Hazel stumbled, clearly upset, “Something was wrong. He said… He said the memories were coming too quickly, and he felt bad ‘cause of it. Sixteen years of memories hitting you all at once. And then- then he started saying nonsense to us. Or at least, we thought it was nonsense. After freeing Thanatos, defeating Alcyoneus, and fighting at the Feast of Fortuna, we realised that-” she looked at Frank, “some of the things he said had come true.” “We think he’s mixing up the past, present and future. He can’t tell the difference. How potent were his prophetic powers before?” Reyna asked. “Just my luck,” Annabeth’s voice was vicious, angry. She scrubbed harshly at her face, “Just my fucking luck. My boyfriend goes missing without a trace for months, and when I see him again, he’s-” - After the SON quest, Percy's different. He mixes up past, present and future. This is the Mark of Athena and House of Hades quests, if Percy had been both more powerful, and slightly incapacitated.

And the series you mentioned...

silent tongues speak no prophecies verse by Tatortot367

[no series description, below is the first fic's description]

Percy was seven the first time he woke screaming, the taste of blood in his mouth and the howling of hounds resounding throughout his head. His mom rushed into his room to cradle him in her arms. When she asked, he bit his tongue, told her only of dogs chasing after him. He didn’t tell her of the boy with the goat legs, the pain of being torn apart, and the warm light that engulfed him at the end. She held him until he fell back asleep. Elsewhere, a young daughter of Zeus made her final stand. Percy was nine when he opened his eyes, phantom lightning crawling over his skin and the echoes of a woman’s last moments still ringing in his ears. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the twin onyx eyes staring back at him. When his mother told him the story of his namesake, of Perseus the son of Zeus, he didn't tell her he already knew. Had already seen a mother and her infant set adrift in a raging storm, watched a boy travel far and slay monsters for the sake of his mother’s safety. But he didn’t tell her this. He was young, but he knew already what happened to people like him. People who see. He was no prophet; he would not suffer their fate. He would bite his tongue and let the prophecies pass him by.

Thank you so much for the recommendation and we hope we've found some enjoyable fics for you! Leave kudos, leave a comment, and happy reading!

-Mod 2

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

ROXY: i think u should be able to absorb bathroom graffiti to learn new powers like with those walls in the tombs in skyrim

[howdy-folks-its-showtime]

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

Happy birthday to Sammy and the chapter that introduced him!

[proselfshipsafespace]

I love you fictosexuals

I love you fictoromantics

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I love you animesexuals

I love you mangasexuals

I love you fictophiles

I love you if you identify with any sort of fictituous attraction

I love you if you identify with any sort of fictituous microlabel

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I love you if you do have a real partner and a fictional partner

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I love you if you only have romantic f/os

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I love you if you only have familial f/os

I love you even if you're a selfshipper who doesn't identify with any ficto labels or doesn't feel fictituous attraction

I love you people with oc x canons who only do it for fun and don't feel fictituous attraction

I love you animesexuals who got bullied by the internet and got called a troll by others

I love you guys and we all deserve better. No one should be excluded, even animesexuals that aren't trolls and are genuine about their attraction. We deserve to exist, because we always have existed and we'll always stay.

(This post was written in a platonic tone and the phrase "I love you" is used platonically here)

[mars-ipan]

what is lovemaol

i do not know how to even begin to explain something that i can barely comprehend

[uraincandy]

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[thedeafprophet]

anxiety about appointment tomorrow morning forgotten, someone asked me if i wanted to help work on a stardew mod for the transphobe wizard franchise

[milton-chamberlain]

Mama's boy